Victim Or Victor
Sometimes we feel imprisoned by our past
deeds, making us not enjoy the daily
miracles of life. A flower
blooming; ocean tides rising;
butterflies decorating the summer
air with their suns; a child's new
experiences.....all pass
past us, as we lament. Our minds
trample on our souls like dirt.
It's until we are strong enough
to forgive ourselves,
that we can let go of the past,
and witness the simple,
beautiful miracles of life.
If you feel your soul is light,
then, you'll say that you
are the master of your mind.
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